In the grand, resplendent hall, the long wooden table was carved with intricate vintage patterns, every inch exuding sophistication and weight.
Mizushima Kawa Sora returned to her seat, still looking bewildered.
... Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
She was in the Holy City, and who would have thought that in the next moment, she would suddenly be here.
... Is this the Third Tower? She thought this phase had disappeared, so why did it suddenly pull her back?
The candle flames on the table flickered slightly, and she came to her senses, gazing at the long table before her. Number 1 Su Ming'an, Number 3 Lv Shu, Number 4 Noel, Number 11 Boris, Number 12 Lu Meng.
"Su Ming'an, you're not dead?" Mizushima Kawa Sora exclaimed in surprise.
The previously lifeless Lv Shu's eyes suddenly seemed vibrant. Noel wore an expected expression, while Boris was muttering something about how "deities indeed don't die..."
Su Ming'an's gaze was solemn as he spoke to the ceiling:
